NaughtyKitty said:

I'm late but, happy 29th Timmy! Hope you had a great birthday!

Thanks Naughty.

STFU, young person!

....and happy anniversary of the day of your birth... I guess....

Edit: Cerebus was jabbing in Timmay's general direction for not being old. BTW.

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Have a wonderful birthday. I may not contribute to your threads but I have enjoyed reading many of them and listening to the music you post on the org. Thanks for staying here. (I am 51 and love getting older, nothing to it,lol).

It kills me that people in their twenties (including myself at one time AND my son now) feel this strange urgency about advancing age and how they have to hurry up and accomplish certain things before they "get too old." In my thirties, I stopped worrying about how old I was, how much I was "supposed to accomplish" by a certain age, and learned that navigating life had nothing to do with socially imposed numbers. I keep telling my son this...hopefully, it will sink in after he passes the 30 mark.

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purplethunder3121 said:

It kills me that people in their twenties (including myself at one time AND my son now) feel this strange urgency about advancing age and how they have to hurry up and accomplish certain things before they "get too old." In my thirties, I stopped worrying about how old I was, how much I was "supposed to accomplish" by a certain age, and learned that navigating life had nothing to do with socially imposed numbers. I keep telling my son this...hopefully, it will sink in after he passes the 30 mark.

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Well it does appear that way but I'm actually excited of turning 30.

Timmy84 said:

purplethunder3121 said:

It kills me that people in their twenties (including myself at one time AND my son now) feel this strange urgency about advancing age and how they have to hurry up and accomplish certain things before they "get too old." In my thirties, I stopped worrying about how old I was, how much I was "supposed to accomplish" by a certain age, and learned that navigating life had nothing to do with socially imposed numbers. I keep telling my son this...hopefully, it will sink in after he passes the 30 mark.

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Well it does appear that way but I'm actually excited of turning 30.

Terrific!

purplethunder3121 said:

Timmy84 said:

Well it does appear that way but I'm actually excited of turning 30.

Terrific!

Timmy84 said:

purplethunder3121 said:

It kills me that people in their twenties (including myself at one time AND my son now) feel this strange urgency about advancing age and how they have to hurry up and accomplish certain things before they "get too old." In my thirties, I stopped worrying about how old I was, how much I was "supposed to accomplish" by a certain age, and learned that navigating life had nothing to do with socially imposed numbers. I keep telling my son this...hopefully, it will sink in after he passes the 30 mark.

Well it does appear that way but I'm actually excited of turning 30.

Yeah, considering the alternative, turning 30 is a thing to be excited about. I had friends 20 years ago that never got to see 30.

PDogz said:

Timmy84 said:

Well it does appear that way but I'm actually excited of turning 30.

Yeah, considering the alternative, turning 30 is a thing to be excited about. I had friends 20 years ago that never got to see 30.

Yeah I understand. I wonder what my great-grandfather would've done had he known I was gonna still be alive. I was a preemie when I was born and so tiny. He looked at me and said to my ma, "He's such a precious baby but I don't think he's gonna make it". 29 years later, I'm still here. I wonder if his spirit is smiling down on me surprised and amazed that I made it through, I'm sure he would be totally proud of me, I know he would actually, same with my grandfathers...

Timmy84 said:

PDogz said:

Yeah, considering the alternative, turning 30 is a thing to be excited about. I had friends 20 years ago that never got to see 30.

Yeah I understand. I wonder what my great-grandfather would've done had he known I was gonna still be alive. I was a preemie when I was born and so tiny. He looked at me and said to my ma, "He's such a precious baby but I don't think he's gonna make it". 29 years later, I'm still here. I wonder if his spirit is smiling down on me surprised and amazed that I made it through, I'm sure he would be totally proud of me, I know he would actually, same with my grandfathers...

What a touching story, and what an interesting thought. Maybe your great-grandfather does know, and maybe his spirit has had something to do with your survival. I dunno, who's to say how those things work? Nevertheless, here you are!

PDogz said:

Timmy84 said:

Yeah I understand. I wonder what my great-grandfather would've done had he known I was gonna still be alive. I was a preemie when I was born and so tiny. He looked at me and said to my ma, "He's such a precious baby but I don't think he's gonna make it". 29 years later, I'm still here. I wonder if his spirit is smiling down on me surprised and amazed that I made it through, I'm sure he would be totally proud of me, I know he would actually, same with my grandfathers...

What a touching story, and what an interesting thought. Maybe your great-grandfather does know, and maybe his spirit has had something to do with your survival. I dunno, who's to say how those things work? Nevertheless, here you are!

I think his spirit definitely had something to do with it. I always thought he, my grandfathers, my late sister, etc., were looking out for me. I was like 5 or 6 telling my mother that I used to talk to God and I saw them too (as angels).

Timmy84 said:

PDogz said:

What a touching story, and what an interesting thought. Maybe your great-grandfather does know, and maybe his spirit has had something to do with your survival. I dunno, who's to say how those things work? Nevertheless, here you are!

I think his spirit definitely had something to do with it. I always thought he, my grandfathers, my late sister, etc., were looking out for me. I was like 5 or 6 telling my mother that I used to talk to God and I saw them too (as angels).